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Resurrection; The Closing of a Saga
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((I work better reacting to other people's posts, but I guess you're right, Aiko.))

"That does it, I'm leaving without them. But first... screw any secrecy, I'm finding my friend. If I go anywhere, I'll be going with him. Even though the kid's probably a Zeta now, he's still a kid."

T'kran heaved himself out of the pilot's chair and headed into the living area of his ship. He winced as he looked at the cloak. "Ugh... not wearing that ragged old thing again. What else do I have..."

A few minutes later, he had pulled out a hooded sweater that would have been simply too gargantuan for a human to wear. Slipping it on, he sighed. He looked absolutely ridiculous, but it was better than walking around in full combat gear. A hoodie and a pair of jeans... how far the ex-Pirate had fallen...

"Alright... Axon, I'm downloading those sensor scans you gave me. I'm going to find a friend."

"Alright... I'll keep the ship warmed up." replied the AI from one of the speaker units in the ship.

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"Hmm... ugh, this city is like a maze..." grunted T'kran as he filed through the assorted humans and xenos in the city. He was getting closer to Omega's unique bio-signal, so at least he was on the right path.

A few minutes later, he spotted them. Standing out like a sore thumb was Omega, he was bigger than before. Near him was the Huntress herself, eliciting a groan from the former Pirate. And there were a few others who he didn't recognise. Filing through the crowded streets, he stopped just ahead of where they were walking and pulled down his hood.

As soon as they were close enough, he spoke.

"Keep growing the way you are and you'll be able to take on an Elite by yourself, Omega. You're like a weed, just keep growing bigger and bigger." called T'kran, loudly and clearly enough for the entire group to hear.

((Hope you don't mind me joining in with the group, you two.))
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Even as the armored figure walked away, he couldn't help but feel the bastard's eyes bearing down on his back as he left. Even as he moved well out of her vision, he could still FEEL her presence in his mind, lingering there as if an ever-watchful parasite was constantly on his shoulder. He resisted every temptation to meet her gaze, yet her eyes remained. Her piercing, hunting, seeking, blue eyes.

Suddenly, Z'Gato recieved a signal. It was from the Admiral, signalling everyone to meet up with him up in orbit at his ship. Well, its about time he received coordinates to his ship, and with those, he could finally launch from this damn crimson planet. He'd have to get another shower just to get the smell of humans and Zebethians out of his feathers, and the thought itself made his feathers stand on end, which made wearing the armor uncomfortable. Regardless, he soon made his way back to his ship, and after another ten minutes, he had finally left Mars' atmosphere, making his way towards Narssek's ship.

Now all there was left was to get the hail from the Zebethian ship so he could board it. The fact that he would be surrounded by those...freaks...was unsettling. Yet there was something about the ship that grew on his mind and stomach as he approached it. Something...didn't feel right. Something was on board that ship...
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(OOC: This didn't turn out as I expected, but I think it's good enough to keep. Pardon the excessive cursing, but uh... these are hunters we're talking about. ^_~ Potty mouths. I'll post from Aiko's perspective later. Just wanted to get this up. Feel free to initiate conversation with Adam while you wait, peeps.)

The ragtag bunch of alien mercenaries Omega had accidentally gathered each loaded into their individual vessels and left Mars. Samus’s patience hung by a lone thread in the last few minutes prior to departure, especially when the procession was delayed by yet another one of Omega’s weird friends. The last member to enter their posse looked entirely too Zebethian to her, and Adam matched her gaze to confirm her suspicions. However, she was too anxious to be on her way to question him for long.

It would take the flotilla of ships nearly 2 weeks to arrive at SR388. The long period of waiting was the worst part of any mission, and this one threatened to send Samus over the edge. Omega and Adam had their hands full trying to calm her, and they were only partially successful. Samus sat for long hours in the cockpit chair, staring out into open, empty space. Adam knew this was her normal pre-mission ritual, but she had never seen her this bad.

He thought he understood why too. She had real people to protect now, people she knew and cared for. Before she always fought in the name of the innumerable masses, striving to protect others from the fate she suffered. She fought to prevent other children from being orphaned by scarring acts of violence.

They’d been flying for 10 days. Adam had shut his HFI off, choosing to inhabit the ship’s systems instead. He could control the operation of the vessel more effectively that way. Besides, Samus’s ship was hardly large, and things were cramped enough with a human female and a zeta-staged metroid.

Samus sat in the cockpit, her eyes glued to the sensor readings. The resolution from this distance was virtually zero, yet she was determined to find a recognizable pattern in the sea of static. Her meager dinner, a bowl of oatmeal, sat cooling on the dash. Adam didn’t have time to stock the ship sufficiently to provide her and Omega a supply of meat for the trip, so Samus was reduced to eating foods Omega couldn’t.

“Samus, the image won’t clear no matter how long you stare at it,” Adam sighed over the intercom.

The huntress blinked slowly as if waking from a dream. “He has to be there somewhere. The sooner we find him, the quicker this will be.”

“I know, but there’s no way we can detect something that small from this distance. Even our FTL sensors have trouble reaching out that far.”

“He has to be there…”

“Sam, eat something. You’re making us worried.”

“I will later, right now I’m busy.”

She was answered only by a sigh. The cockpit suddenly powered down, and the shock of utter blackness made Samus sit straight in her chair. “Adam…” she growled aggressively.

“You haven’t slept or eaten in 36 hours. As your CO, I’m commanding you to rest.”

“F*** you. You haven’t been my CO in three years.”

“I’m the only one in this cockpit that’s thinking rationally at the moment, therefore I’m the CO. If you don’t fall asleep voluntarily, I’m going to gas you.”

Adam was sure one could hear her cursing screams in the vacuum beyond the ship’s hull, but he didn’t even flinch. He was right and she knew it, she was just too tired to realize it. Besides, it was better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission.

“You f***ing son of a f***ing bitch f***ing---”

“I’m gassing you in 15 seconds.”

“---whore eating shit faced---“

“Ten seconds.”

“---sorry piss assed excuse of a f***ing---“

“Five.”
“---ck sucking—“
“Four.”
“--****ing--“
“Three.”
“--****er--”
“Two.”
“--arrogant—“
“One.”
“BASTARD!”

“Night night.”

The cockpit filled with enough gas to knock out a horse. Samus went out like a light. Adam groaned to himself, wishing things hadn’t come to this.

“You’ll thank me when you wake up. Omega, can you come get Samus and put her to bed? She finally fell asleep.”
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(OOC: hope you don't mind Nightclaw, but this should give you something to do. If you want of course, it's really up to you XD)

Ben and Squirt both breathed a sigh of relief when the Chozo left the bar. Ben was deep in thought about their trip to SR388 when a small squeak noise managed to escape the GI walking next to him.

“What?” He hissed quietly at her.

“’Doomsfinger’” Squirt said, turning to face Ben, walking backwards and extending her index finger and bending it up and down. “Doooooomsfinger.” She burst out laughing.

Ben slapped a hand on his forehead and rubbed his face. “And here I was hoping our little computer girl had managed to mature a bit.” Despite his negative tone, he smiled.

“Psh, fine, I’ll go torment someone else. Someone who looks like they have a more, ahem, refined sense of humor, like me.” She looked around before spotting someone quite the contrary. “Twilight! Doooooomsfinger! Check it!” She turned back to Ben. “I mean seriously, what kind of name is th-“

Walking backwards as she was, she didn’t notice she T’kran when she ran into him. Suddenly, it was like she was having to learn to walk in the real world all over again. She hit him at an angle, causing her feet to cross one another, tangling her up and causing her to fall face first onto the ground.

The first person she glared daggers at, was Ben.

“You jerk! You saw this guy and you didn’t even warn me!”

“If you’d heard him conversing with Omega, you would have had enough advance warning. Instead you decided to preoccupy yourself by making fun of someone who could probably kill you. I can’t stress that enough. [/I]Kill. You.[/I] Squirt.”

“Moron says what?”

“What?”

“Hah!” Squirt disappeared with a flash into the computer world.

“Weed is the slang term for unwanted common fauna.” Lorrilal chimed in. “Although they grow fast, as is the what you are trying to compare Omega with. Omega is far from common, and he has thorns. He is more of a…rose.” She thought for a moment. “Or a Sporespawn.”

Ben reached down and picked up the Beflexor. “Don’t mind her” he said to T’kran, gesturing to the device. “Or this one” he looked down at Lorrilal. “They’re just, eh, ‘lively’.” He looked onward to the hangar where most people’s ships were at. “I’m guessing you’re a friend of Omega’s. Jeez, he’s gotten pretty popular since I last saw him.” The ship captain began walking backwards, much in the same manner Squirt had been doing. “Tell me, how did you meet him? I’m hoping by much more favorable circumstances than I did.”

Ben froze in his backward tracks. “Ooh, don’t answer that, I have a great idea.” He reached out his hand with the Beflexor in it. “If you’re following Omega to SR388, take Squirt with you. Reappearing somewhere she didn’t expect ought to teach her a lesson about manners. What do you think?”

“We’re out of Lysol.” Lorrilal said, seemingly out of touch with things around her.
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"I'm sure your people will find these quite valuable to the right customer," Narssek said. "I know it may seem like a little extra work, but whatever profit can be garnered on whatever market you provide for, it is yours to keep as a down payment."

Jimmy held his hand out, rejecting the offer. "That ain't the way we do things," he said. "That ain't the way I do things. The way it works its, I'm doing you a favor, so you'll owe me one. When I need a favor, I'll call you. You help me out when I need it, and that's how you pay me."

Sitting over in the corner, Grace had to roll her eyes at Jimmy. He was about two seconds away from going into his Marlon Brando impersonation. Which was pretty respectable actually, but in the current context it was a bit lame.

She had undone her corn rows. Though she thought they looked great, she felt they were too tight on her head, like someone was constantly pulling her hair. So, with Casey's help, she redid them into tight dreads, which to her were more comfortable. They looked better too, and if they had time she'd do Casey's as well.

Another hour in the warehouse, and it was time to go. "Bye sweetie," Grace said as she and Casey exchanged air kisses. Then she wrapped her arms around Jimmy's neck and kissed him softly, yet passionately. It was a lover's kiss... and she knew it would piss him off.

"Bye Jimmy," she said, seductively with a bit of sarcasm.

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When they were finally done in Jimmy's warehouse, Grace got behind the wheel of the van and drove the four Pirates - Narssek, Yuur, A'xun, and Rin'Tal - over to the meeting spot. The coordinates Jimmy had given her led them about fifteen miles outside the city, off the main highway by the bank of the river.

She eased the van to a stop. This was the place, according to the GPS. She didn't see the Salty Dog, though. So either they had landed elsewhere, a distinct possibility given the abundance of trees in this area, or the ship was cloaked, an equally likely scenario.

"We're here..." she said. "I think. I dunno if we're just supposed to wait for them or-"

Grace was interrupted by a Sentry Drone suddenly appearing in front of the windshield, momentarily startling her. The mechanoid hovered there for a second, presumably scanning her and the Pirates, then floated away into the night.

"I guess that means we're in the right place," she said. She and the Pirates piled out of the van.

Out of the corner of her eye, Grace spotted the telltale blur of a cloaking device. Soon three more blurs came into view, and four Zebesians materialized in front of them.

Flanking Cottonmouth were his first mate, Grifter, and two of his troopers, Ravage and Scragg. They were a motley bunch, looking decidedly more ragtag than Narssek and his crew, though they most definitely weren't. Their armor was dented and scarred, and their weaponry, rather than standard Pirate armaments, was a mishmash of guns and blades from across the galaxy. Their exoskeletons were covered with arcane patterns, ancient Pirate tribal markings burned onto their bodies with lasers - their version of tattoos.

And then there were the Pirates themselves. Grifter's right eye was cybernetic, as were Scragg's left arm and right leg. Standard Pirate practice was to replace lost limbs with a genetically engineered version of the old one, or perhaps an evolutionary update. Thus, it was a seamless transition, one that wouldn't be noticed without being pointed out. Not so with the Pirates of Cottonmouth's clan. They wore their battle scars like a badge of honor, using cybernetics exclusively. And they never intentionally replaced a limb just to get a better one.

"Hello, Admiral Narssek," Cottonmouth said in his reptilian rasp. "It's been a while. To what do I owe this dubious pleasure?"
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The group began to move out from the bar, although just after exciting Samus seemed to contemplate what Omega had just recently asked. “You may come,” Samus said as she turned to look directly at Twilight, “but you’re taking your own ship. And no, I’m not done talking with you either. I want to hear more of your story, especially your relationship with Omega.” She then finished.

Even if it was very little, it seemed Samus atleast gave him a chance, which was more than he had expected after such a short time, then again the situation at hand probably ended up making her do some quick decisions, and she might only let him come with them so she wouldent lose track of him, he had to keep in mind that to her he was still just an Ing, yet even with these thoughts he was... Relieved? No that was not it, it was that strange feeling again, for being able to accompany them.

Twilight shrugged mentally, he could not be sure of what she was thinking, he did not understand humans a lot of the time. Thats when he heard the human looking female that seemed to accompany Ben and the little girl birst out laughing for some reason, by the time he turned to look she edged a little closer to him and said “Twilight! Doooooomsfinger! Check it!”

At first Twilight looked to where her index finger was "pointing", but when he saw there was no chozo in that direction, after a few seconds of carefully scanning the area, he then concluded it might have been some kind of joke, though he didnt get it at all. As he turned back to look at the female again he heard her say something, though he didnt pick up on it. "What?" He said basically at the same time as Ben, although after Squirt gave out a short laugh she disappeared into that strange device again. 'What was that about...' Twilight wondered, he took note of T'kran, though if he really was Omega's friend he didnt have any reason to suspect him of anything.

With that out of the way Twilight turned away from the main group as he walked towards where he had landed his ship while giving a short wave to Omega and Samus. "I will meet you in orbit" And with that he disappeared around a corner. After about twenty minutes he was out in space and met up with Samus and a few of the others ships in his dark colored Luminoth one. Upon reaching them he sent a quick one sentence message over to all adjecent ships "Sorry for the wait, I had some trouble getting permission to lift off."

After the group began their travel towards SR388 Twilight spent the first day doing a routine check of his equipment, which basically meant he "fixed" his voice generating unit, replaced what he had taken from the the rifle magazine (Those things were getting hard to come by these days, what with all the newer versions) as well as patching his armor up quickly, the thought of actualy cleaning it never occured to him.

After the first day of travel he sat down on the floor near the pilot seat, and "closed" his eyes in something resembling meditation, it was a practice he had adapted recently, from a previous trip he had made he found it easier to focus his energy that way, and therefore he could both recover faster and hold out longer, he thought that he might even become able to use his own dark energy eventually, and even if he wouldent the meditation still helped him cleanse his mind.

OOC: I dont remember if I mentioned Twilights name out loud in this rp, but maybe Omega or Samus did, I dunno. Oh well, not like it matters either or xD
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(OOC: Filler, but here's what Aiko's doing.)

The freighter sat patiently in its covered landing zone on Mars. Aiko was rather proud of herself for convincing the space port administrator into believing she had a critical hardware issue that needed to be fixed in controlled environmental conditions. The makeshift hangar was private enough to make her feel secure from prying eyes, and she was sure Narssek would approve.

She rather enjoyed the solitude. Unlike humans, Aiko had no innate desire to socialize or be in the company of others. She’d be perfectly satisfied living on a planet without any outside contact, whereas humans would’ve been driven mad by loneliness. She had always been a creature of dark, deep, lonely caverns, a real boogieman from human nightmares. For now, she was content to sit on the top of Narssek’s old freighter and work on fixing some loose panels that had nearly shorn off during atmospheric entry.

The freighter wasn’t far from Cottonmouth’s ship, which was the point to begin with. Given a choice, Aiko would’ve chosen to land on a bald man’s head if she had to in order to be close enough for discreet transactions to occur. She had just gotten lucky that one of the portable hangars wasn’t in use, and that an appropriately close landing pad was available.

She sent the ship’s coordinates to A’xun immediately upon landing. The system was set up to ping A’xun’s implants every 5 minutes with updated coordinates, just in case she had to make a quick exit. The motion was more for peace of mind than anything really useful, but A’xun was a worrier. Better let the ship send him automated updates than her having to babysit the com to answer A’xun’s borderline paranoid checks.
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(OOC: Nuclear JP between me and Twilight. Get some chowda and have fun)

Jenosa sat in the chair of her ship, wearing regular clothes at the current moment. She eyed the stars shing out of the cockpit, bit out of her skull. A 2 week journey or so can be quite a long wait, especially if your sleeping cycles change from one day to just sleeping after three. It had only been the second day and she was getting rather antsy. She did her daily excercise routine to keep her in shap, stretching, jumping jacks, the usually indoor excercises. But that eventually got repetitive and dull after a short while.

She wanted someone to talk to, that's what she need. She hadn't talked to anybody save for the doc in a long while, and she was generally the socialist. The only trouble was that she was completely surrounded by a group of strangers. "Oh well," she said out loud to herself, "might as well try to bother some reason, and maybe get some answers. She contacted that weird energy being's ship, hoping he wasn't too anti-social to have a chat.


Twilight had spent the last few hours simply meditating, while it had no direct impact on him he felt more at ease and it was a way to spend the time inbetween travels. However his calm was disturbed when something on the command console of his ship came up, making a periodically beeping sound and flashing a small red icon on the screen. Twilight easily stood up from his sitting position, the suit was so worn-out over the years that it barely restricted movement at all nowaways, that and he was used to it seeing how he had been in it for the last ten or so years.

After having stood up Twilight turned around and walked up to the pilot seat, grasping the top of the seats back support as he rounded it and smothly sat down in it before looking at the screen and tapping a button on the command console. The message that came up caught Twilights interest, apparently one of the ships wanted to open a link with his, wheter it was only audio or also visual wasnt clear to him. 'It isnt Samus ship... I can tell as much, although it doesent seem to be that space pirates either. Could it be that females? Well only one way to find out I guess...' Twilight thought, and after about a minute of consideration he pressed another button, allowing the transmission.


The communications was both audio and visual, as Jenosa thought it the best way to chat with this guy. She thought the "No hidden expressions" deal would help get that nagging feeling off back.

Twilight sat leaned back in the pilot seat, tapping his fingers on the side of the command console while waiting for the connection to establish, but as the main screen in the ship flickered to life a barely audible hiss escaped his visor. He had hoped it would not be a visual connection, there was too many things in his ship that stood out, not to mention its alien design but also the darkened, almost flowing metal on its inside. When the connection had been completely established Twilight could see the female human that had accompanied Omega Alpha, the reason for her contacting him made him both curious and slightly nervous, remembering shortly after they had entered the alleyway and she had done... something... that made him outright tense.

"Hey, catching you at a bad time, or can we chat," she greeted.

Twilight sat up straight after she spoke, observing her, trying to see any hidden messages in her facial expression, though he concluded she might just have been bored or curious.. Yet he would have to be carefull about what he told her, he did not know how much she could be trusted after all. "I was not doing anything important, what can I do for you?" Twilight responded, to him the dark armosphere of the ship was natural, although to others it would definitely appear strange, the air crackling of unnatural energies, it seemed almost like if the interior of the ship was a world of its own.


For some reason, Jenosa was not very surprised in what she saw in Twilight's ship. It was probably because of her combat with the Scurge had led her to expect all sorts of shapes and blurred invironments, and with what she saw in TT (She liked call him that for some reason), it was no doubt there would be something weird about his ship. Not that she was able to imagine what it would be like, but she simply expected the unexpected.

She peered closer at her screen, her face actually showing intrigue and curiosity. Even thought she wasn't a scientist (Or maybe it was those scientists from her mission), she could not be hold some contemplation on this weird environment that TT lived in. For all she knew, it could hold a clue to what was bothering her so much about him.

Settling back in her chair, she thought quickly. The guy obviously wasn't overjoyed to see her face, and she knew the wrong words could make this a very short conversation. "Listen, me and you are both following Omega for whatever reason, but it seems kind of apparent being with each others, we'll get in the same dangers. If that's the case, we might as well try to trust each other - thinking on the same level with one another. And, well..."

She paused for a minute, and then continued, "I apologize if I startled back there in the alley, it's just, there's something odd about you that sets alarms off in my body. Think it like a non-lethal allergic reaction, assuming you even know what that is - it's nothing personal or about your attitude - it's just I want to know why my body get's so antsy, and knowing what you are might help."


Even though Twilight was no expert on human facial expressions or emotions he had seen curiosity so many times he knew well how one looked when something piqued their interest. Once again Twilight leaned back in the pilot seat, scratching the side of his helmet with his right hand Twilight looked down at the controlls of his ship as he listened to Jenosa, he understood what she was getting at, and it made sense. However he was not sure if he could trust her with what he was, if the federation found out they would most likely hunt him down simply for what he was.

Although when Jenosa paused, Twilight had a feeling of what would come next and was extremely tempted to cancell the connection between the two, although even if he did not tell her she would probably ask Samus later... Although he was not sure wheter the huntress would speak about it. He simply sat still for several minutes after Jenosa had finished speaking, waiting for his reply. He was considering his options, though there seemed to be only a few. He could lie to her, though he was not sure what he would say, and it could create distrust if Samus told her later. He could tell her the truth, but then there was a risk of her telling the federation about it, or he could just ignore it or give out as little information as possible. 'What should I do..?' He thought, and after a few more seconds turned his face towards the screen once more.

"Have you, heard of, Ing?" He finally asked, and even though his voice generation unit did not emulate any emotions it was easy to tell he was nervous when he said those words.


"No," Jenosa spoke plainly, "they don't even ring a bell." It was now from the way he spoke that Jenosa could defintely tell why he was nervous. He's a wanted guy, or someone who trying to hide what they are, just like Omega is. Huh, funny how we all are, she mused.

And then an idea struck her. "First off, let me say that I've only been in Federation space for about a year, and i barely kow any of it's history save for Metroids and Pirates. I come from a region space controlled by the Confederation, and let me just say i used to hold a contract with their military. Now, though, I don't think they're exactely happy with my dissappearence, and with what...I've become now, I dread going back. Who knows what they'll do to me."

"So, as a far trade, you can squeal on me, to the right people, if i squeal on you. My name will probably piquet their interest, but..." she froze at the idea of what she was about to say, afraid she might be giving too much away, and yet, if she continued, she'll have a really good chance of getting this guy's interest. She gulped, and then continued, "you can tell them...that I've become, a Scurge hybrid. Those key words will defintely piquet their interest, although i doubt you even know what Scurge are either."


Twilight was moderately relieved that she did not know what an Ing was, it meant he would have some time to explain what they were, but also that he was different. 'Scurge hybrid? I've never heard of Scurge but...' Twilight thought as Jenosa said what she apparently was. She was right when she assumed he did not know what a Scurge was. "You are correct, I do not know what Scurge is, but you say you are a hybrid? So in some way you are a combination of a human and this so called 'Scurge' then? Do not worry, I will not reveal your secret, however I will be blunt with you that you trusting me with it sets me at ease. If the Federation found out what I am they would hunt me down because of what the majority of my species are, and have done." Twilight responded, his body-language not showcasing his nervousness anymore.

"You could say I am a hybrid as well, although in a different way. I do not know my species true origins, however I know that it is connected to phazon somehow. The Ing is a warrior species, born from the darkness of Aethers dark twin and the phazon meteor that struck the planet, cleaving it in two dimensions. What you see here in my ship is a similiar atmosphere as that of Dark Aether, which is acidic and poisonous to all organisms not native to the planet, however we Ing generarilly need it to survive. But back to my explanation, the Ing was a ferocious race, which only knew hate, anger and malice for all creatures of this world, and as such it was only a matter of time until a war between the Ing and the Luminoth, sentient creatures that had settled on Aether long ago, began." After this long winded talk Twilight paused to let his words sink in, it was important she kept note of the details.

"The Luminoth employed light energy technology in order to fight the Ing, one such example would be this light crystal-" Twilight said as he tapped the crystal that stuck out off his chest. "You heard my explanation about it when I told Samus right? It was tampered with by Space Pirates, and as such I was capable of merging with it somehow, although it gave me more than the ability to be in the world of light, it opened my mind and balanced me somewhat, making me not only a creature of darkness, but also of light. That is why I could be called a hybrid. However what you feel from me is probably the dark energy that make up the majority of my body. Ing are compossed of a concentrated mass of dark energy, there are other things but that is the majority of it, and dark energy as you might be able to guess is a negative form of energy, it is dangerous to those born in the light, that is probably why you feel something wrong when being close to me." He finally finished, glad he had managed to describe it as well as he had, but afraid of what she might do with this information.


Jenosa was biting her lip so hard she thought she would draw blood. She had a taken a very bold, perhaps very risky move; and she couldn't help but feel that she could have just left the subject of Scurge out of this. The last thing she wanted to leak information on who she was, but for some reason, her 'gut' told to do so anyway. Why she trusted her gut sometimes, she didn't know.

In fact, now that she thought about it, she must have been stupid to say anything of what she said. The only good reason that she could come up for her actions...was that she sympathized for the guy.

The guy's response did put her at ease a bit, and her face went from troubled to curious, attentively listening to TT's tale. "Well, one's thing is for sure, me and you both have some tales to tell, and a lot of time on our hands to do it. Since i've already told you the name, I guess i should tell you the rest. The Scurge are apperently these organisms who's body emits a virus that can afflict a lot of stuff including, from regular biological creatures, mechanical systems, to even condensed energy beings. Whateve the case, some kind of physical change occurs and they're under the Scurge's influence."

"The Scurge aren't microbes, but actually organic creatures humans and pirates; they're just the source of the outbreak. What's worse, however, is that these things can get really smart, and they've been known to play some hefty wild cards. Anyway, the Confederation military discovered these organisms and sent them to a remote planet for study. They had no about what the creature was capable of before it was too, and when the distress beacon is sent, guess who they sucker in to pick up the scraps: me. They gave me a suit to resist the infection, but that was it. After a whole bunch of events, I some how become this, as my 'doctor' put it, a hybrid. I was supposed to die, but somehow i became what i am now."

"What you say about the dark energy seems to make sense, but for some reason, this new Scurge instinct is telling me it isn't. I guess if it was, I'd be avoiding you like the plague, but what I'm getting is very minute. Now that i think about, I felt this before, particularly around containers that held some really radioactive substance. Does that ring any bells?"


'Containers with a very radioactive substance...' Twilight thought, though then it occured to him. "Phazon... The biomutagenic ore that is somehow connected to the birth of the Ing species. As I said we Ing are mostly made up of concentrated dark energy, but among those elements that is a minority in our bodies is a very small amount of phazon, that amount can grow if a Ing absorbs more of it, because unlike most creatures we Ing are immune to its deadly effects, and grow stronger from it in a more direct way. I use my controll of dark and light energy, with this light crystal, and a small piece of crystalized phazon to generate dark fields such as this one-" Twilight said, gesturing with his hands to the atmosphere in the ship. "And what you are feeling is probably the remnants of that energy, and the small amount in my body. Your senses must really be sensitive, the amount in an average Ing is not even enough to leak out as any actual radiation." He finished, leaning back in his seat once more. This conversation had grown interesting, even though he had revealed most about himself.

"I never told you what happened to the Ing did I? The war had almost been won by the Ing, then she came, the huntress. In just a few days she hunted down the temple guardians, reclaimed the planetary energy, and finally destroyed the Emperor, causing Aethers dark twin to collapse, basically wiping the Ing out, however I have learned that some have survived, and as such part of my duty is to find and destroy them, it is the only way I can make up for what I did on that planet, that is why I am trying to earn the respect of the Huntress."


Jenosa nodded in understanding, "Well, at least i know why she was so edgy with you now. I've heard a bit about Samus, but my knowledge on how infamous she is around this part of the universe is lacking. I guess this is one reason why there are people out there who fear her."

"Anyway, I guess both me and you got secrets to keep, and i think we're both nervous having each other know who we are. Just don't tell Samus or any else about what i am unless you really need to, deal?"


If he could, Twilight would have smiled now, though he did not have the physique for it, he did get that strange, soothing, feeling however. "Dont worry, I am different from the rest of my kind, I will not exploit the information you have shared with me, but I must ask the same off you. We may continue this conversation some other time, I have to admit it was interesting, but for now we should end it." Twilight responded, waiting for her confirmation before he pressed a button on the command console that cut the connection between the two. As the screen died Twilight fell back into his seat, he was exhausted from simply talking about what he was, maybe he had been more nervous than he had believed, well it did not matter anymore, what happened happened, he could not predict the future.

Jenosa merely nodded, confirming, and letting the screen blink out of existence. Well, that was certainly an productfull day she thought to herself, finally having some food for thought to chew on for the rest of the ride. Strangely, she felt tired, and gladly went to sleep.
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(OOC: Trans, whenever we get to our joint post we can do it retroactively. I just wanted to get this piece down)

Growing up, she thought that this was how people lived.

Moving from place to place, concealing your identity, hustling for every buck, doing what you had to do to survive, and above all, staying off the grid. It was the way she had been raised, the only life she knew.

When it came time for her to live a normal life, she didn't adjust well.

It wasn't as if her new life was a bad one. She wasn't poor, wasn't lacking in opportunity, and certainly wasn't being mistreated. What she couldn't handle was the structure. For a kid who had grown up with few rules and been taught to have a healthy disregard for the law, it was more than she could bear.

School was the worst. To her young teen mind, which by its very nature would have been biased against school to begin with regardless of her upbringing, it was like being in prison. Too many rules, to many tests, too many idiots telling her what she should be learning rather than let her do a silly thing like form her own opinions. To her, school was only good for two things: smoking pot behind the gym and making out with boys under the bleachers.

By the time she was fifteen, she'd finally had enough. And while she couldn't exactly go back to her old life, she could definitely start over on her own. Even at such a young age, she'd been taught to take care of herself.

But she didn't just run away. She vanished without a trace. Nobody even knew she was gone until long after the ship she'd hitched a ride on had jumped out of the system. Nobody in town had seen her leave, and no one on the ship suspected anything out of the ordinary. She was just gone. It wasn't something your typical runaway could do, disappear like that. But for her, it was second nature.

She'd literally been doing it her whole life.

...........................

"I hope that these accommodations are sufficient for your needs."

Grifter showed Grace to her bunk aboard the Salty Dog as the two commanders met in private. It was actually Scragg's bunk, though he would be rooming with his brother Ravage on this journey. She took a look around the room, particularly at the various swords and other blades that hung on the walls, evidence of the kind of weapons Scragg preferred. It was a small bunk, as they tended to be on ships this size. But it was just enough for her to be comfortable. She was well used to spartan lodgings anyway.

"Well, it's not the Four Seasons," Grace said with sarcastic disappointment, "but I suppose it will do." She tossed her bag and her rifle on the bed and stretched, settling in the best she could

Grifter watched as she unpacked, trying not to seem like he was staring. He had always been fascinated and mystified by the human. She was so unlike any other individual of her species that he had ever encountered, both in her personality and her skills. He had seen her in action before, and had always been at a loss for words to describe what he saw. The Grey Fox moved faster, jumped higher, and was more agile than a human should be without modifications. She seemed perfectly normal, and yet everything that she did suggested otherwise.

Scans of her body revealed no artificial enhancements, cybernetic or otherwise. There was evidence of surgical repair on several of her joints, but other than that her physical makeup appeared ordinary. Of course, that didn't rule out genetic modifications, or anomalies. However, Vega didn't think this was likely. He referred to her as a freak, meaning that she was just naturally supercharged. Grifter somewhat accepted that, as Vega seemed to know her best, even though he would confess that he really didn't know her at all.

So how did she do it? How did she match up with all those super hunters when she evidently wasn't one? He asked her about this once, and her reply was something to the effect of, "I'm just that good." Perhaps that was plausible, that she simply had a higher combat IQ than everyone else. But while that would explain how she always seemed to anticipate her opponent's move, how she was always in the right place at the right time, it wasn't sufficient to explain her physical prowess. Only Vega's "freak" theory seemed to fit.

"Did you need something?" Grace asked, noticing that Grifter was still there.

"No," he replied. "Only making sure you are comfortable."

"I'm fine," she said with a smile.

"Very well then." Grifter nodded and left her alone in the bunk. He still had to get her the plasma scythe and cloaking unit that the captain wanted her to have. If she was to fight along side them, she would need to be properly equipped, especially if the captain's pessimism about this undertaking proved to be correct.

If so, they would need every ounce of her abilities, regardless of how she got them.
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(OOC: It’s been awhile Nightclaw, so I’m going to go ahead and post. I left it open about whether or not T’kran took Squirt with him, so feel free to play with that idea. Also, I hope Twilight and CEMP don’t mind, I thought I might have a little fun with their conversation. If either of you don’t like it, just let me know at any time ^_^)

It looked like Omega’s friends had more than their share of secrets.

Squirt turned down the knob on an old radio until it clicked off. Her virtual world had, for some reason, decided to convey her eavesdropping in that manner (that or she’d been hanging around Old Man Adam for too long). It’d been easy to overhear Jenosa and Twilight. They hadn’t used a very secure line, but even if it had been, GIs were known for their natural affinity for being able to work around the world that was theirs. Squirt was never the best hacker, but even she knew how to pick up a non-encoded direct transmission from one communicator to another.

She sat down on a wooden chair and tipped it back. Secrets were good to have, even from good friends. They meant you had something, not necessarily against them, but still, if one thing led to another, you always had it. Secrets made people easy to track, to keep, to hold…

The GI reached into the radio and withdrew a long, drooping string, it snapped off and came to join the part she held until it was a translucent sphere, like a bubble, in it were images of Twilight and Jenosa.

“I hold your secrets now.” She whispered song-like.

~

“No matter how white a cloth is, if it gets dirty enough, it’ll never be white again.”

Ben stepped aboard his cargo ship and turned back to face Lorrilal. “What?”

As much as Ben worried she was spouting eerie future babble, she pointed to a rag hanging off a corner of a crate. “That.” Then, she perked up a little. “Do you smell something?”

Ben inhaled deeply. “No, I don’t- wait.” He waved a hand toward his nose and sniffed again. “Maybe, something, almost like…” He looked at the door to Trisha’s room. It was open. “Lori, the Trisha’s got out!” He took off, climbing the rickety metal stairs up to the room.

Lorrilal padded her way into the kitchen where she found one of them. The room was spotless save for a large, black mark on the wall where an outlet was. Plugged into it was a cheap toaster with blackened slices of what used to be bread still in it.

“You cleaned up the ship, and then decided to try and make lunch for us.”

Surprisingly, she nodded and spoke. “Yeah, I just thought maybe I could do something really quick but…” She wiped her eyes as her voice began to crack. “It’s so hard to stay here, you don’t have anything that helps. Maybe if Nick hadn’t.… I just. I don’t know, I was-“

Lorrilal inturrupted her. “It’s okay, I will take care of this. Did you use any of the other shells?”

“No, some are easier to use than others. They should still be in my room.” Trisha knelt down and hugged her younger half-sister. “I have to go. Thank you. Take care of Ben for me.”

“I always do.”

“Looks like they’re all still in the room. Lori did you find out the source of…that…” Ben saw Lorrilal hugging Trisha, for a brief moment there was a surge of hope in him, but then he saw that it was as empty-eyed as the others. “Oh, I guess I must have miscounted.”

He helped Lorrilal stand up and she saw his heart break all over again.

~

The next few days passed without event. Ben and Lorrilal got up, Ben checked their course, Lorrilal inadvertently snuck up on him with his morning coffee. They easily fell back into same routine they’d been both doing for four years.

It was amazing, how the crew of the crew of six had suddenly been knocked down to two that fateful December day. One of them was gone forever, leaving behind an orphaned child for Ben to raise as best as he could; one was best described as dead, the fragments of herself scattered; one had become far more than she ever expected, or even wanted; and the last one had disappeared off the face of the galaxy.

The ship was quiet.

Other than an occasional muttering of thoughts out loud, not a single word had come from Ben or Lorrilal until the tenth day into their trip when Ben turned his pilot chair toward the young Fae child, his fingers steepled in thought.

“So, you think you like Omega?”

“Yes” she answered matter-of-factly, her face flushing a darker green. “I found I have very strong feelings for him.

“Mm hm, Lorrilal, are you sure about this? He’s not quite like other…” other boys? Ben thought to himself. Good Lord. “…Other creatures in the galaxy. For one, he’s not as, well, socially developed as you or I. I’m not sure if he’ll understand just what you’re trying to tell him. I’m not sure you understand it yourself.” Ben saw her eyes were still undividedly locked on him, so he continued. “He’s a creature of nature and instinct and I don’t think you know what you might be getting into. Despite how you may think and act, you’re still a kid. I mean, you just turned five less than a month ago.”

Lorrilal’s eyes darkened. “Fae age and mature at a faster rate than that of human beings. Already I look twice my age, like that of a ten year old. In another one to two years, I will appear to look like a female human just coming into her teens. I understand the situation just fine, perhaps more than I should. I am more capable than you give me credit for, and Omega is a far more advance creature than you give him credit for. Either way, if anything happens to my disfavor, I will not hesitate to defend myself.” She handed him a steaming cup and left.

Was that a reassurance of self-protection, or a threat? Before he could reflect any further, he took a sip of his coffee and gagged. “Oh my g- oh my- what the hell is this!?” He called back to her.

“Earl Grey,” she answered from the depths of the ship. “Coffee is bad for you.”
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